Frosty's Down!

After a little bit of a hiatus, I am somewhat back online. My email is not working (Big sorry to everyone who has emailed me in the last few days, I just can't get back to ya good buddies. . .breaker breaker that's not a 10-4), and I am at the point of wishing that suddenly my antique Mission library desk would suddenly collapse and my computer would be a write off. I think that we will be deciding on a new one in the next month or two. I think we are set on an Acer one, cheap and effective. I hope everyone had a good Christmas vacation. It may have been a green Christmas, but it was a pleasant one (minus the mini drama). I truly "enjoyed" all the Christmas cards I received with references to our growing animal family. A "Christmas Story" was enjoyed, and we ate too much. Actually in regards to "A Christmas Story". . .I am really upset. I was corrected. What I thought the father yelled "PAPA SAYS!" was actually "Bumpess's!" While at Sauble, we took the dogs down to the beach and let them "frolic". Blaster the Wonder Dog and Wookie found a huge carcass of a type of fowl. It was not a seagull, it was not a duck, in my mind it looked like a white emu. Especially when the dogs tried to have an h'orderve prior to their kibble. The carp is still on the beach. The last time we were up was about month or two ago, and there was a huge dead carp lying in the sand (it was as big as our pug), I pondered if I should get gloves and dispose of it, but figured, little scavengers may have use for it. Now the bones remain and looks like it has a big fishy grin. (What is Beach Etiquette regarding dead fish and avian removal?) Are you supposed to touch it? It was a beautiful walk , not too windy or cold, and we had fun watching the dogs carry a large stick together. We also went to Walker's Woods with Dad. I don't think I have ever seen so many trees down. I used to know the paths like the back of my hand, but, now, to stay on the paths, you have to go through bush to get back to them. I remember as a kid, we used to visit Bouncy Pond and catch newts. If you weren't careful, you would come home empty handed, missing a sneaker. The pond has a bottom like quick sand and it is easy to get sucked into the sludge. Adam and I tried to catch a few newts when we were first married, but were almost sucked up to our necks in the bog, and we got a bad rash. We ended up running swiftly down to the beach covered in muck, and diving in. We looked like we had been at a spa for a full body mud treatment, but we smelled like a couple of septic tanks. It must have been a few years ago when Dad and I took a hike in Walker's Woods, in a snow storm. We figured that if we got lost, we could always find our way back by our tracks in the snow. We turned around at one point and realized that the snow was falling so hard, that it was covering up our footsteps as quick as we could make them. As a kid, my cousin and I loved to hang out in Walker's Woods. We got little mice, found a large skull, coddled salamanders, and played with newts. We must have driven my parent's nuts with all the terrariums that I would bring back from the cottage. We had to drive in a Mini Austin, or the Mini Wagon, so, space was limited. We would have the hamster, the dog, the terrariums, two weeks of luggage, my Mom, my Dad, and my brother. The car was packed and to compound it, we were a tall family. We looked like we came right from a Richard Scary's book. Big heads, little car. That's all for now, I can't spell check and my computer is becoming twitchy.